Disclaimer- I don't own Star Wars, I don't own Kyp (wish I did), I don't own the song. This is to the Pink Floyd song 'Shine On You Crazy Diamond,' which I don't own. Thanks to PunkRockRebelTKDjo for betaing. These are Kyp's memories. These are song lyrics. Shine On You Crazy Diamond Remember when you were young, You shone like the sun. Shine on you crazy diamond. "Kyppie!" a young, giggly voice exclaimed. A wide grin spread across Kyp's face as he turned to see an energetic three-year-old charging at him. Her dark hair flew from its tie as she ran on pudgy legs, brown eyes bright. "Jaya!" he greeted, with equal excitement. The little girl launched into his waiting arms. Laughing, Kyp spun her around in a big bear hug. Jaina shrieked gleefully, arms wrapped tightly around his neck. The little girl looked at him with an adoring face, and Kyp had to admit that the feeling was mutual. He was utterly bewitched by this beautiful little girl, full of life and energy. Who, inexplicably, was always overjoyed to see him. "Guess what!" she commanded him. "What?" Kyp asked. He smiled, and for once, his eyes no longer held that haunted, weary expression they had since his fall. "Today's my Lifeday!" Jaina crowed, chocolate-brown orbs dancing. "Really?" Kyp feigned surprise. "I didn't know that!" Jaina laughed, a light, breezy sound. "It is! It's Jasa's, too," she confided, voice low. "So it is. Twenty-five already, huh?" Kyp teased, just so he could see her bright, baby-tooth smile. "No!" she protested loudly, as if she'd caught a big mistake. "I'm three!" She looked up at his face. "You're silly!" "Silly!" he gasped in mock astonishment. "Who, me?" Jaina giggled. "Silly." she asserted. Smiling slyly, she inquired, "Do you have a present for me?" "Hmmm...." He considered, then returned her smile. "I might have a little something...." The little girl shone with delight. Now there's a look in your eyes, Like black holes in the sky. Shine on you crazy diamond. "Hi, Jaya," Kyp greeted quietly, slipping into Jaina's room. In one hand, he held a bunch of flowers; in the other, a wrapped present. The short, thin young woman looked at him with vacant brown eyes. "Do I know you?" she asked, in a dreamy sort of voice. When Kyp didn't answer, she cooed, "Ooh! Flowers!" She snatched them and buried her face in the blossoms. "So pretty." "They're your favorite type," Kyp told her. Jaina looked at him as if he was something very curious. "Are they?" She inhaled again. "Why are you here?" "It's your Lifeday." Kyp said, voice hitching. He remembered a time, so long ago, when this lost-looking woman was a whirlwind of energy and emotion. Pain welled in his chest to see her this way. "Is it?" Jaina asked distractedly. Humming tunelessly, she scattered flowers about the bed and the room. Turning empty, bottomless eyes to Kyp, she inquired, "Who are you?" You were caught on the crossfire Of childhood and stardom, Blown on the steel breeze. Come on you target for faraway laughter, Come on you stranger, you legend, you martyr, and shine! "Who's that, Mom?" the young boy asked, pointing at the face that filled the 'screen in the shop window. Kyp halted and listened to his mother's answer. "That's Jaina Solo, that's who that is," his plump, matronly mother answered matter-of-factly. "War hero, she was." "Really?!" he breathed, awe in his voice. Kyp knew what he was imagining. Images of X-Wings and coralskippers, lightsabers and blasters and amphistaffs were running through his mind. All of the over glorified pictures of battle impressed upon young children. "Oh, yes," his mother confirmed. "Poor thing. So young, you know. So bright. It's a shame, all right, a shame." She shook her head side to side with a tsk. Kyp's heart lurched, knowing what was coming next. "What's a shame?!" her boy demanded eagerly. "What?!" Curious as to this war hero, the brave warrior. "Why, she went crazy.